Friday, 21 July 2017

My English - Zamir Osorov

It was very hard for me
to speak with the West
through translators,

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Reality - Rabia al-Basri

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Sonnet - Michael Madhusudan Dutt

I am not rich, nay, nor the future heir
To sparkling gold or silver heaped on store;

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Identity Apples - Mbizo Chirasha

I am a fat skeleton, resurrecting
From the sad memories of dada
And dark mysteries of animism
I am Buganda
I bleed hope

Monday, 17 July 2017

Security of Person - Lynn Sweeting

That I am here
writing,

not running
from bombs
of chemicals
or fire,

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Realization - Sri Ananda Acharya

I will keep the fire of hope ever burning on the altar of my soul,
I will feed it by day and by night with the fuel of industry and the oblation of thought,
Like a spring plant the great purpose is growing in the garden of my heart;

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Friday, 14 July 2017

Longing for the South - Konstantin Miladinov

If I had an eagle's wings
I would rise and fly on them
To our shores, to our own parts,
To See Stambol, to see Kukus,
And to watch the sunrise: is it
dim there too, as it is here?

Thursday, 13 July 2017

When my love was born - Anise Koltz

When my love was born
I washed it
From my right hand

Wednesday, 12 July 2017